The Bright Side

Five

After an immensely long and painfully boring day, 2pm has finally arrived and school is over.

Thank god.

In class I mainly either zone out, scribble random little ugly drawings in the margines, or read.

I don't know how I manage to get passing grades.

As I walk out of the school I see Madeline shooting me daggers.  Her eyes squint as they look at me with hatred.  She standing with the cheer team, they're all talking amongst each other.

She thinks I want to steal "her man" which is ridiculous because first of all: I don't want to date Owen.  Second of all: she doesn't own Owen and Owen isn't even dating her.

There is no reason why I can't be friends with him.  It's not like he wants to be friends with me anyways so I don't see the big deal.

I roll my eyes and continue my journey back home. I stop for a second as I look around and notice Owen's back as he walks further away from the school.

I quicken my pace to catch up to him.

Time to annoy the shit out of him.

Reaching my hand out I tap his shoulder, he jumps.

An ugly snort-laugh leaves my nose.  His look of shock drops once he realizes it's me.

He probably doesn't want to see me, but oh well.

"Hi friend." I grin up at him, squinting due to the sun.

"We aren't friends." His eyes look like a warm grey in the daylight. 

They remind me of rain.  The gloomy yet comfortable feeling that they bring makes them so beautiful to look into.  I wish I had eyes like his.

"Well...you helped me pick one of my new books.  I consider that a friend." I retaliate while still smiling at him.  We begin walking again.

"I stood there while you picked a book.  I didn't do shit." He stuffs his hands in his sweater pockets.  Today he is wearing green dickies with a grey zip up hoodie that matches his eyes, along with the same thin silver chain he seems to wear everyday.  A black t-shirt is under the grey sweater.  White air forces are on his feet.

When he notices my lack of a response he turns  his head to look at me, "Are you done checking me out?"

My cheeks flush.  God, kill me now.

"Yes." I might as well be honest.  "Where do you shop? I like your clothes." I look at his side profile as he stares ahead of him.

"The store." I want to push him in front of a car.

"I hate you." I look back towards the sidewalk ahead of us, and place my hands in my pockets so that my fingers don't freeze off.

"If you did you wouldn't talk to me every chance you got."

True.

"Yeah duh.  Obviously I don't hate you, but sometimes your answers annoy me." The wind is causing my eyes to water.

"Good." I'm so close to pushing him in the street right now.  I won't even feel bad if a car hits him.

That's a lie.

I scoff, not even bothering to respond to him.

Silence settles over us.

Questions of what I could ask him run through my mind.  I'm not good with awkward silence.

"Where do you live?" Now that I say that out loud it sounds very creepy.

He gives me a weird look.